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We’ll be pausing for two minutes at 11 o’clock today to mark Armistice day.
When we talked about the importance of remembering and the wearing of poppies a few weeks ago, we had such a big response that we kept in touch with some of the listeners we spoke to – many of whom were under 16.
Joshua Peters is nine years old and he has written some poems about remembrance. He’ll be on the radio at about 10.50am today, and two others, both called Olivia, will read their poems about World War 2 after the silence.
Here’s one of Joshua’s poems I thought you might like to see:
Heaven is all around, Life in War 1914-1918
Lying without motion on the ground
The lost ones have been found.
The dead have been crowned.
Heaven is all around.
Those soldiers fought in war
With the Devil at their doors.
Now without a sound,
Heaven is all around.
Don’t leave them there, for God’s sake,
End their loved ones ache.
Heaven is here.
By Joshua Peters
Aged 9 yrs (March 2007)
I walk through a field of poppies
They are spread as far as the eye can see
Like a deep crushed velvet carpet
Presented in front of me
Each poppy resembles a soldier
Who died a hundred years ago
I cannot name one of these soldiers
Not one I will ever know
But each one is a hero
So who is left to tell their story
Of the war one hundred years ago
By Thomas Sims
When our armed forces go to war
They leave their families behind
Knowing that they will face danger
These thoughts are on their mind
Soldiers have always done their duty
No matter where ever they are sent
They are dedicated personnel
Giving one hundred per cent
No matter whatever the climate
Stand together for what’s right
Even in the midsts of battle
Brothers in arms they will fight
To all those lost in conflict
To the families brings heartache and pain
Knowing their loved ones did their duty
Knowing they will not see them again
Our thoughts go out to all our armed forces
For their bravery against all foes
We should be very proud of each one
To stand up and salute all our hero’s
The battle raged all around
Bullets and shrapnel lay strewn on the ground
The sky was grey
I hear solders cry
I feel their pain as a hand rose high
Then a rocket lands close by
Another crater appears before my eyes
For more soldiers to be devoured
And buried them alive
Will these wars ever end
Can we learn from battles won or lost
Will we keep paying the cost
Or will we still hear the battle cry
Can someone please tell me why?
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Now be careful on Bonfire Night
We all want you to be safe
We want all the children to enjoy themselves
We all want to see a smile on their face
Make sure you get an adult
Who will light the fire?
Stand well away from the flames
Or else consiquences will be dyer
Stand well back when lighting the fireworks
Then wonder at the wonderful delight
Of pyrotechnics that bust in the air
So remember keep safe on Bonfire Night
The town had made a mistake. A HUGE mistake! When it was brought up a few months ago at the town meeting the whole committee agreed unanimously. How could they have been so wrong? How could it have went this far?
The streets were a war zone. The sidewalks were lined with debris and the destruction just continued. No one seemed to know what to do. No one had any idea how to stop it or even slow it down. Should they call the National Guard? It had been suggested but that seemed like an extreme reaction. Maybe it was time for an extreme reaction?
The police officers just stood back and watched. This was something they were not prepared for and no one had ever trained them on how to handle. The ideas were all there but no one wanted to act on them so on the destruction went. Riot gear, tear gas, beanbag guns and tazers were all at there disposal yet not one of these items was put to use.
Suddenly a young man emerged from the chaos and approached the line of officers.
“I have a way to stop this. I need to speak with the mayor.”
The officers looked at one another each waiting for the other to make a decision.
“Just tell me where to find him. I’m not out to hurt anyone. I want all this to stop as much as you do but that won’t happen until I get to speak with someone who has a little authority.”
Finally one of the officers spoke up. “I’ll take him.”
“You sure it’s a good idea.” Another asked.
“No but it’s the first time anyone has offered any idea and I’m not losing the chance to stop this.”
The officer led the young man into the court house. Mayor Thomas and his staff were inside discussing their options when the two entered.
“This man says he has a way to stop this sir.”
“Well by all means let’s hear it. No one here has come up with anything yet.” as Mayor Thomas spoke you could hear the fear and frustration in his voice.
“Mr. Mayor. We need to have …..” the young man continued for only a minute with his plan.
It was so simple yet brilliant. The Mayor stood up from his seat yelling “Well you heard him. Let’s get on this ASAP and turn this thing around. I want that truck here yesterday.”
He looked back at the young man. “Son, if this works you got a hero’s celebration coming to you and a key to the city.”
“Only if the key is made of chocolate sir.” The young man said grinning.
It wasn’t long before a large dump truck was barreling through the streets headed toward the center of town. The driver was warned the trip might be hazardous and he needed to be on watch for anything. Just get to the courthouse as quick as you can without hurting anyone he was told. Why he was here and hauling this cargo he might not understand, but he was determined to do his job especially with the bonus this one was going to get him.
The closer he came to his destination the more uncomfortable he felt. It was unbelievable, unimaginable and just downright shocking. Streetlights were torn down, mailboxes had been tipped over and destroyed and the windows in nearly every car, home, and business were busted. “What had happened here, what was still happening here and what am I doing here?” he couldn’t help but think to himself.
He pulled onto Main Street and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Right in front of him the chaos was happening and the culprits could be seen. Was it even possible and if so why? Why would they all go crazy at the same time and start tearing apart a town? Suddenly the cargo made sense and he knew he needed to get it in place quickly.
He pulled around and backed up to the sidewalk as close as he could get without hitting or hurting anything. He didn’t feel safe getting out of the truck but he had no choice. It had to be done. As he was selecting the lever to dump his cargo he overheard a young man hollering above the noise.
“Everyone, it’s here. Come on and take what you want. It’s time to fill your bags and go home. Halloween is over.”
The cargo slid from the truck landing onto the sidewalk. Bags of candy bars, lollipops, bubble gum and gummy bears steadily flowed from the truck bed piling into a mountain then very quickly began to vanish. The kids all gathered around scooping up candy and laughing happily. It was over. It was finally over.
The next day Mayor Thomas honored the young man at a press conference. He spoke a bit about the mistakes made and the cleanup that was needed. He asked for the parents to have lenience on those involved. He apologized and vowed that during his tenure “Candy free” Halloween would never again be attempted, no matter how overweight the children became.
Short Story by The Notorious JED and originally posted at www.jedsplayhouse.com
Mr. Macklin takes his knife And carves the yellow pumpkin face: Three holes bring eyes and nose to life, The mouth has thirteen teeth in place. Then Mr. Macklin just for fun Transfers the corn-cob pipe from his Wry mouth to Jack’s, and everyone Dies laughing! O what fun it is Till Mr. Macklin draws the shade And lights the candle in Jack’s skull. Then all the inside dark is made As spooky and as horrorful As Halloween, and creepy crawl The shadows on the tool-house floor, With Jack’s face dancing on the wall. O Mr. Macklin! where’s the door? David McCord YOUR FAVOURITE POEM SENT IN BY YOU WHAT'S YOUR'S
Autumn, ah it’s a painting on canvas
With splashes of colour everywhere
It’s not hidden away from view
It is an occasion for all to share
An artist has created it
With colours of every shade
The vibrant shades of beauty
In their splendor are on parade
Each tree and shrub stands proud
Making an hypnotic colourful display
Of leaves falling gently to the ground
Creating a carpet of colour where they lay
As the winter winds grow stronger
They tantalize the fallen leaves
All whipped up in frenzy
Stripping all the shrubs and tree’s
Now the canvas has been completed
The paints and brushes packed away
Mother Nature displays her painting
Of the perfect Autumn Day
Mackenzie put a whoopie cushion
on the teacher’s chair.
Makayla told the teacher
that a bug was in her hair.
Alyssa brought an apple
with a purple gummy worm
and gave it to the teacher
just to see if she would squirm.
Elijah left a piece of plastic
dog doo on the floor,
and Vincent put some plastic vomit
in the teacher’s drawer.
Amanda put a goldfish
in the teacher’s drinking glass.
These April Fool’s Day pranks
are ones that you could use in class.
Before you go and try them, though,
there’s something I should mention:
The teacher wasn’t fooling
when she put us in detention.
This saddest chore we will fulfil,
We women weak and weary still
From all these awful days have wrought,
We will embalm him as we ought.
But who will roll the stone away, and what about the guard?
So many things combined to make this day so very hard.
There’s the rich man’s garden, but what happened to the tomb?
My friends nervously approach and peer into the gloom.
An unknown voice calls, “He’s not here!” We scatter, terrified.
A minute later I return and take a look inside.
They’ve taken him! But where and why? What do they hope to gain?
Can’t they just allow us to endure our private pain?
“Please, sir, Mr Gardener, I do not mean to lurk,
Just tell me where you’ve taken Him, I’ll leave you to your work.”
“Mary,” says a voice I know, I look up in surprise,
And wipe the blurring tears from my disbelieving eyes.
It’s Him! He is alive and His body glorified!
“Teacher!” I said, so overjoyed to be there by his side.
“Do not cling to me,” He said, “I must still yet ascend
To my Father up in heaven, I am faithful to the end.”
“Go to all my brothers and tell them this from me:
I’m going to the glory that is mine eternally.”
That dawn began a whole new age, His rule began that day;
We’ll follow our beloved king, the Truth, the Life, the Way!
When Mary went to the tomb of Jesus on that first Easter morn
She knew that she had a problem that she must solve that day
She knew that the tomb with a large stone had been sealed
The problem was “who would help her roll the stone away?”
This is a problem that was not unique to them
And it is one that each one of us must face
For there are many stones in our life that need to be rolled away
Stones that hinder every member of the human race
The first stone to be rolled away is the stone of sin
A tendency which all of us have inherited
The desire that we should always please ourselves
Which shows that our salvation has not been merited
The second stone is the stone of unbelief
Which we have no faith in a future life in eternity
The belief that we must get as much as we can from our life on earth
Without excepting there is a future life in eternity
The third stone to be rolled away is the sin of pride
The feeling that we are superior to those we know
We may well be proud of our achievements
But humility is the other face we should show
The fourth stone to be rolled away is the sin of idolatry
When we worship Gods that have been made by man
Things which might not be bad in themselves
But not the God who was present when the world began
The fifth stone to be rolled away is the stone of prejudice
When we erect barriers between ourselves and others that we meet
Our conclusions are often drawn before all the facts are known
In other words we make our judgement before our knowledge is complete
And there are many other stones that need to be rolled away
If from the tomb of misery we are to be freed
For if we could live a truly happy life
We must live the kind of life God decreed